Fourth-Grade Summer

I sit on my bed 

Inhaling my fourth-grade summer 

And the names I forgot 

Something like Angel and something like the girl who sits next to me in math

Something beautiful 

I was pushed into a pool, which I forgot 

I remember the fear now 

The feeling you went down too deep

Too quick 

To gasp for air 

I can’t remember if that was when I jumped

Or when I was pushed 

This feels pivotal: would it have been my own fault? 

Maybe it would be in the end 

I’m just thankful for the sunny breeze coming back 

That I didn’t drown too soon

To feel summer breathe once again